: About Me

I plastered a smile on my face as soon as I got to the airport and ducked into the nearest ladies washroom I could find. Stood in front of the mirror, checking my face for a trace of the tears I had cried in the bus on the way. Apart from some faint dark circles under my eyes, I was good to go. I made a mental note to buy some more of that tear proof makeup, it really did work! And as a plus, I would look good when I was saying goodbye to Ryan. At the thought of Ryan, I felt my eyes brim over again and I leaned against the sink to steady myself. Stupid Ryan! Why did he have to be so good a...